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With what everyone said Edward will be…

*drum roll please*

DARK!!! lol duh.

How old is Edward?

You'll find out soon enough.

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Break in the Ring

James told me nothing would happen. James told me I wouldn't get hurt, but hell, I was tied to a post, stripped naked. My dress had been torn completely down the middle. That would happen, and that would hurt, but not more than the sight in front of me, definitely not more than that. Tears leaked out of my eyes like my life depended on it; it probably did right now. My cheeks must've been as red as an apple; my eyes were swollen, still dripping wet with tears. The sting they now produced was numbed by the emotional pain I felt.

My hands tugged on the rope, using as much strength as I had, yet still not enough to get to my sister. Piercing screams filled the room and they burned my ears like a scorching heat that would never die.

How could this happen? How could I have trusted James? It hurt to think his name, and for that I cringed. That vile creature would die along with the others once I got out of here; I would make sure of it.

I tried to stand up, but my legs were too weak. They shook, and I know that if they weren't tied to the pole I'd have fallen flat on my butt. A rag had been gagged around my mouth so I could not scream, or speak for that matter. In many ways I was grateful for that because I must've been speaking non-intelligible words right now and my lips were quivering.

I couldn't control this situation. Or so I thought. All I had to do was behave, but that was the last thing I wanted to do right now. I felt weak, and anyway, that was my last option. I'd get on my hands and knees if I had to, well, maybe not that far, but for my little sister, I'd do anything.

Finally, it was over. My eyes had stayed glued on Alice the whole time; because of the fore-warning "Look away and she'll have it worse." Those words still rung in my head, stinging the reminder into my ear drums.

The whole time I just wanted to look away or close my eyes the words rang in my ears, still in that same growl he had used.

Alice lie on the floor, bruised and broken, bloody and sore. I couldn't help but cringe at the sight before me, of my little sister; she hadn't done anything wrong, anything to deserve this.

The lights flicked off and my breath stuck in my throat where a lump began to form. The hair on the back of my neck rose when I felt a cold breath at my ear. "Bella, don't worry, I didn't forget you."

I froze instantly. This was not what I wanted to hear. The breath was no longer fanning across my face, but now at my chest. I mentally screamed, but I had to cooperate, or else. Alice would never forgive me for what had just happened to her, and I didn't blame her; I was a horrible sister, putting her in this situation. I wished that I could feel pain; all the pain in the world directed at me, but even that wouldn't cover the mental damage Alice could feel; would feel, when she wakes up. I selfishly wished she would, so she would not leave me here alone. I was afraid I would crack if I had no more to go on.

Something cold and wet darted out at my now hardened nipple. A few more tears glided silently down my cheeks, landing on the floor below. I could feel Edward's smile across my breast. I wanted to hit him square in the face, but that would do no good.

I could feel cold hands glide across the back of my neck and I became limp like a rag doll. The gag dropped from my mouth and onto the floor.

"Now, that's better my pet." Edward cooed.

I almost spit at him. Almost.

Edward climbed on top of me and entered me like a freight train. I mentally gagged, but resisted the urge to throw up all over him.

"Please Edward stop; I'll do anything, just please, stop." He pounded into me harder.

"What pet, you don't like it when I pound into your tight little pussy." He mocked.

I unintentionally moaned. "So you do like this then?" He asked, humor coating every word.

His hands traveled up my sides and then down to my center where he began circling my clit. "Do you like it when I talk dirty to you Bella?" He asked nonchalantly.

I quivered. What was he going to do now?

"What do you think about me fucking you with my finger and my cock?" He asked, humored by the fact that I liked being talked dirty to, even if I knew this was wrong, that all of this was all wrong. Another moan escaped my mouth.

The question was apparently rhetorical. His finger slid to my entrance where his cock already remained. He stuck it in easily, sliding through the juices. A moan slipped through my lips without my permission.

He added another finger to it, then a third, which actually hurt. I cried out in pain as they began to move inside of me.

In and out, in and out; the pattern of my new life, which had been officially broken.

Months had passed since then, all the same.

My fifteenth birthday was approaching swiftly, and I knew I had to get myself and Alice out of here.

So, I began planning my escape.

This was the break in the ring of my life.

A/N: A little more dark than I expected, but good, no doubt.

It was kind of short I'm sorry, but that's all I could manage for now.

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